Story Game

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Story Game

So we used to do this at my old job, all it is is one person starts the story, then passes it to another who says a little then they pass it and so on and so on, the object is to keep it going as long as possible with out losing the main plot and with out letting it get boring/stupid.
Here's the first part.

So there I was, naked, In a freezer. I don't know how I got there, well I don't remember, but I'd like to konw.

But fortunately enough, the freezer door was closed, so before I closed it I ran past the elephant bar and opened the freezer door just in time to watch my watch as it ticked a tacked toe, such as my color-changing appendage when I came upon a faux rest.

After I pondered about what the heck I'd just finished doing, I sat down and looked around at my surroundings. I saw a crowbar and proceeded to grab it and start hacking away at the wall in a frail attempt to get someone's attention.

Unfortunately, all the technicians at the cryogenic storage facility were out to lunch at that moment, so the loud noises went unheard.
I knew I shouldn't have clicked on that URL in that spam message.

I found the door and tried to hack it open with my crowbar, but the door was super-glued shut and I was unable to break it open. And to my dismay, the damp and nauseaing air had weakened the crowbar and when I attempted a little more force, it snapped into two pieces. All of a sudden, a Genie appeared from the broken crowbar.

Remembering how the last genie I had met up with had not given me my three wishes ::bitter::, I seized the opportunity and ducked just in time, so the crazed chicken missed me and hacked the genie into pieces with the chainsaw.

Suddenly, I looked up and remembered where I was. I was still in hell! Luckily, I had become a higher level captain, so I only recieved 20 hours of punishment a day. I still had an hour to play around.

And three hours to ponder what happened to the other three hours each day. In any case, it was a loathesome realization slowly sinking through my fleshless body, rotted and burned in a lake of acid, that soon it would be my time to become reincarnated. I could do nothing more than merely focusing my hopes and dreams that my new birth might somehow provide me the ability to forget how hopeless things can be, but either way, at least I'll have pizza.